Speedo
You’ve walked a mile or two with me
my sole for unforgotten times
pieces of sand scratch beneath you
your Velcro frayed at ends
your sides cracked
resembling
a hard day’s work
broken in
comfortable
hardly even there
my sole’s imprinted on you
the makings of tiresome days
connecting you to me with every groove
throw it away they say
you’re broken
irreplaceable
another quest for the perfect summer sandal has begun
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